How does the saying go? “It’s supposed to be hard. If it was easy, everyone would do it.” That’s what breaking bad habits is like and last week’s post seems to have struck a chord with a lot of readers. Continue reading
Stress is a bitch. A cold, hard bitch – which is also a great song, but I digress.
Some years back I had a moment of realization that I had gotten fat. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, caught a look at myself in the mirror and shouted down the hall to Mr. Muse, “Holy Shit! When did I get fat!?” Continue reading
If you’ve been paying attention over the years, you’ll know that Mr. Muse and I have two cats remaining as house pets (well, we have tropical fish in the house, too). Our four-legged “kids” are 17 and 18 years (78 and 80 years in “cat” years) of age respectively, and to be honest, I was sure that our cat Alex would have passed away two winters ago. Continue reading
I’d been warned… for years.
The pain. The humiliation. The discomfort. Nobody, however, warned me that I’d get a phone call telling me to not apply lotions, oils, deodorants, or powders.
It was time: my first mammogram. Continue reading
I’m not generally an early, or enthusiastic, adopter of new technology. The words, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it,” typically rattle around my head when I see something shiny and new on the television or in stores. There is, however, one exception that I’d longed after for many years: a dishwasher. Continue reading
Perhaps it is just being a woman of a certain age. Perhaps it’s having grown up with a single, dial telephone in the house until I was a teenager. Maybe it’s even the fact that the internet-for-the masses didn’t really exist until I was 18 and in college, so I straddled that line between getting hand-written letters (still love them) and shiny-new emails. But, I found myself the other day, after reading yet another article about fake news, saying, “I think it’s time to remove some apps from my phone.”
The other week I was driving back from a conference I attended, and I decided to stop off for some frozen custard to bring home. Since this is Wisconsin, it’s not difficult to find a Culver’s, which I did and picked up a gallon of vanilla. Stopping for custard got me thinking about two very different views when it comes to food. Continue reading